A Broken Tomorrow.

And when the sky becomes as grey as our souls
We know it means our darkest of times are upon us
Can the soul withstand a true test of time?
Weather a path of self-denial and pitty,
A long and winding road of destruction and murder?
Can we forge on through the precipice of our own humanity
Or are we doomed to forever walk in a shadow of our past?
But these are mere images of a broken Tomorrow.

Author's Note

I got the title from just adding the last line.